No Competition

My sister doesn't kid about frozen yogurt.

A pretty great sticker

I found it in a box of Botan Rice Candy, which is delicious, in case you were wondering.

Look what my mom got me!

My very own snapping turtle skull!

Thursday Night at the Bowl

Hi readers! I'm back, and while I won't say I'm better than ever--since that would imply I've done something of value in the past three or so weeks since I last posted--I'm doing alright. In case you were worried, I haven't completely fallen off the face of the planet or been abducted by aliens or been holed up in my parents' basement in my underwear watching all six seasons of "Lost" (silly--I don't even have a basement!) 

Post-collegiate life is weird, since for all intents and purposes, right now feels like any other summer, except instead of the promise of school, friends, a different city, and a much-beloved apartment to return to, all I can see is the rest of my life stretching out in front of me in all its inscrutable, maddening uncertainty. 

What have I been doing, you may wonder? There's no easy way to answer that, because while I'm always busy and never bored, it doesn't sound like a whole lot when I list it out. It's not as easy as saying, "I have a job" (which I don't) or "I'm traveling" (which I did already) or "I'm writing a novel" (which I should have done--sorry Katie). But trust me, I am by no means sitting around twiddling my thumbs. 

Oh, but here's something I did do: last night I drove my grandparents, my sister, and my sister's boyfriend to the Hollywood Bowl. Being both of them in recovery from various medical procedures, my grandparents needed a chauffeur to a Hollywood Bowl* concert they had tickets to, and I was happy to oblige. Diana, Spencer and I bought the $8 tickets and stuck around for the show. While it was still light outside, I watched a couple bats swoop and dive to the music (which was really entertaining--I like to think they were purposely groovin' along with the beat), and drew the doodle you see below. It was altogether much more socially acceptable than that time I pulled out my sketchbook at a hockey game.

Diana and Spencer were huddled like this basically the whole time--poor planning on their part, since contrary to popular belief, L.A. can still get pretty damn cold when it feels like it.

*For those of you unfamiliar with the Hollywood Bowl, it's an outdoor concert venue in, as you can probably guess, Hollywood. It looks something like how I've drawn it above, but more like this.

S'more

Hello again, my fair friends,
I have returned to the City of Angels, as planned, and have once more settled into my summer routine: Cardio Barre with my sister, frozen yogurt, and, of course, projects. While I have decided to forgo Novel Writing Month, much to my dear friend Katelyn's chagrin, I am nonetheless busy with things that went undone the past three weeks I was away.


I have a few more photos from our last (half) day in London. After packing, and checking out, we went to breakfast. After, with some time to spare before leaving for the airport, we returned once again to Waterlow Park. 


We so greatly enjoyed our travels, and again, I appreciated every one of you who followed along in our adventures. 


Always,
A

Diana relaxing in the shade.

On thin ice.

Room 224, in case you were wondering.

Oh.....

So apparently Highgate Cemetery, near where we were staying our last few days in London, is the final resting place of Karl Marx! And suddenly, the Karl Marx Tea Party at the local pub makes so much more sense.....